CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
BLOOM’S POV
“I guess we are actually doing this,” I muttered under my breath. I was sure as hell not ready for this but I needed to do it. I needed to let Vincent free and have my soul at peace.
“Yes we are and if grandma adds one more bouquet of tulips, I swear I’m going to flip,” Brandon groaned beside me as we watched the older woman, with Aria in tow, give orders to the hired staff. We were standing at the bottom of the staircase with Brandon’s arm resting on the small of my waist. While Brandon was fresh from swimming, I was fresh from a nap, dressed only in a pair of shorts and a dress shirt I stole from Brandon’s wardrobe.
It’s been three days since my meltdown at dinner and well, I was much better now. I mean, save for the few moments I had found mys
